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AT LAST.

What though upon a wintry sea our life bark sails,
What though we tremble ’neath its cruel gales,
Its
icy blast;
We see a happy port lie far before,
We see its shining waves, its sunny shore,
Where we shall wander, and forget the troubled past,
At
last.

No storms approach that quiet shore, no night
Falls on its silver streams, and valleys bright,
And
gardens vast;
Within that pleasant land of perfect peace
Our toil-worn feet shall stay, our wanderings cease;
There shall we, resting, all forget the past,
At
last.

The sorrows we have hid in silent weariness,
As birds above a wounded, bleeding breast,
Their
bright plumes cast;
The griefs like mourners in a dark array,
That haunt our footsteps here, will flee away,
And leave us to forget the sorrowful past,
At
last.

Voices we loved sound from those far-off lands,
And thrill our hearts; life’s golden sands
Are
dropping fast;
Soon shall we meet by the river of peace, and say,
As the night flees before the eye of day,
So faded from our eyes the mournful past,
At
last.

TWILIGHT.

Draped in shadows stands the mountain
Against the eastern sky,
Above it the fair summer moon
Looks downward tenderly;
And Venus in the glowing west,
Opens her languid eye.

Now the winds breathe softer music,
Half a song, and half a sigh;
While twilight wraps her purple veil
Around us silently,
And our thoughts appear like pictures,
Pictures shaded wondrously.